Tyrrell is #1 - high camp for the ages
The director of "Gidget" and the Beach Party movies - united with thewriter of the uber-crappy hinterland rape plod "Abducted" - here bringyou SUSAN TYRRELL! Doing a nightmare riff off Piper Laurie's psycho momin "Carrie," making the original look like Gidget in the process! Youhave never seen anything like it - even, I'm assured, if you thinkyou've seen Tyrrell go over-the-top in other roles. Plainly bat-wackyfrom the first exchange, padding around the manse muttering under herbreath, lurching toward total meltdown in unexpected but definitivebursts, this is an absolute high camp masterpiece of a performance, onefor the ages. And damned if the movie doesn't do its best to keep up -with good pacing, adequate attention to logic and larger amounts ofcreative gore splooshed around than you would have thought absolutelynecessary. Newhart's Julia Duffy is cute as the interloping teenphotog, Jimmy McNichol is kinda bland and stupid, but does what heneeds to do, and Bo Svensson is a fabulous opposite number for Tyrrell- coiled and menacing as a homophobic megalomaniac police chief. Out ofnowhere, he turns the movie into a treatise about the relativeperversion of the 'normal' nuclear family - bet Robin Wood loves thisone. The movie can't touch Tyrrell - the Christian subtext is a proposof nothing but market placement, again cf. "Carrie" - but all she needsis a steady platform to careen across, and she gets more than that.